Lyly, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1588-1590] (Annals) pastoral; comedy · Children of Paul's (first) unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Dear father, I will obey both to sale and slaughter, accounting it the only happiness of my life, should I live an hundred years, to prolong yours but one minute: I yield father, chop and change me, I am ready, but first let me make my prayers to Neptune, and withdraw yourself till I have done, long it shall not be, now it must be. Stay, sweet Protea, and that great god hear thy prayer, though Ceres stop her ears to mine. Sacred Neptune, whose godhead conquered my maidenhead, be as ready to hear my passions, as I was to believe thine, and perform that now I entreat, which thou didst promise when thyself didst love. Let not me be a prey to this Merchant, who knows no other god then Gold, unless it be falsely swearing by a god to get gold; let me, as often as I be bought for money, or pawned for meat, be turned into a Bird, Hare, or Lamb, or any shape, wherein I may be safe, so shall I preserve mine own honour, my father's life, and never repent me of thy love, and now bestir thee, for of all men, I hate that Merchant, who, if he find my beauty worth one penny, will put it to use to gain ten, having no Religion in his mind, nor word in his mouth but money. Neptune, hear now or never. Father, I have done. In good time, Protea, thou hast done, for lo, the Merchant keepeth not only day, but hour. If I had not been here, had I been forfeited? No; Protea, but thy father famished. Here, Gentleman, I am ready with my daughter. Gentleman? Yea, Gentleman, fair maid, my conditions make me no less. Your conditions in deed brought in your obligations, your obligations, your Usury, your Usury, your Gentry. Why, do you judge no merchants Gentlemen? Yes, many, and some no men. You shall be well entreated at my hands. It may. commanded I will not be. If you be mine by bargain, you shall. Father, hath this Merchant also bought my mind? He cannot buy that, which cannot be sold. Here is the money. Here the maid: farewell, my sweet daughter, I commit thee to the gods, and this man's courtesy, who I hope will deal no worse with thee, than he would have the gods with him, I must be gone, left I do starve as I stand. Farewell, dear Father, I will not cease continually to pray to Ceres, for thy recovery. You are now mine, Protea. And mine own. In will, not power. In power if I will. I perceive, Nettles gently touched, sting, but roughly handled, make no smart. Yet roughly handled, Nettles are Nettles, and a Wasp is a Wasp, though she lose her sting. But then they do no harm. Nor good. Come with me, and you shall see, that Merchants know their good, as well as Gentlemen.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Deare father, I will obey both to sale and slaughter, accompting it the onely happinesse of my life, should I liue an hundred yeares, to prolong yours but one myte: I yeeld father, chop and chaunge me, I am readie, but first let mee make my prayers to Neptune, and withdraw your selfe till I haue done, long it shall not bee, now it must be. Stay, sweete Protea, and that great god heare thy prayer, though Ceres stop her eares to mine. Sacred Neptune, whose godhead conquered my maiden-head, bee as ready to heare my passions, as I was to beleeue thine, and performe that now I intreate, which thou didst promise when thy selfe didst loue. Let not me bee a pray to this Marchaunt, who knowes no other god then Gold, vnlesse it bee falsely swearing by a god to get gold; let me, as often as I be bought for money, or pawnd for meate, be turned into a Bird, Hare, or Lambe, or any shape, wherin I may be safe, o shall I preserue mine owne honour, my fathers life, and neuer repent me of thy loue, and now bestirre thee, for of all men, I hate that Marchant, who, if he find my beautie worth one pennie, will put it to vse to gaine ten, hauing no Religion in his mind, nor word in his mouth but money. Neptune, heare now or neuer. Father, I haue done. In good time, Protea, thou hast done, for loe, the Marchant keepeth not onely day, but hower. If I had not beene here, had I beene forfeited No; Protea, but thy father famished. Here, Gentleman, I am ready with my daughter. Gentleman? Yea, Gentleman, faire maide, my conditions make me no lesse. Your conditions in deed brought in your obligations, your obligations, your Vsurie, your Vsurie, your Gentrie. Why, doe you iudge no Marchants Gentlemen? Yes, many, and some no men. You shall be well intreated at my hands. It may. Commmaunded I will not be. If you be mine by bargaine, you shall. Father, hath this Marchant also bought my mind? He cannot buy that, which cannot be sold. Here is the money. Here the maide: farewell, my sweete daughter, I commit thee to the gods, and this mans curtesie, who I hope will deale no worse with thee, then hee would haue the gods with him, I must bee gone, left I doe starue as I stand. Farewell, deare Father, I will not cease continually to pray to Ceres, for thy recouerie. You are now mine, Protea. And mine owne. In will, not power. In power if I will. I perceiue, Nettles gently touched, sting, but roughly handled, make no smart. Yet roughly handled, Nettles are Nettles, and a Waspe is a Waspe, though hee lose her sting. But then they doe no harme. Nor good. Come with me, and you shall see, that Marchaunts know their good, as well as Gentlemen.